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Forty Days

I have officially been living in London for 40 days. It still amazes me that just under eight weeks ago I had never met the seven crazy and wonderful girls live with. When I first found out it was to be an all girls flat I was a little apprehensive; having attended an all girls school, I know only too well how quickly one small problem can escalate to a full blown row ruining bonds forever. And, especially living together in such a confined space (literally eight bedrooms and a kitchen / dining room / sitting room / general tiny social area off one hallway) I didn’t think everyone would gel so quickly.

Admittedly, there are times when it all gets too much, a little¬†claustrophobic. But then living in the third largest city in Europe there is always something exciting happening, somewhere to go and someone to see. But I feel so lucky to have them and I feel that even though I haven’t known them long that they would be there if ever I needed any advice.

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